I'm begining to feel like an institution. Ever since my actual birthday, when I turned 50 on the 3rd of September, I have had a number of celebrations with a different friends on a one-to-one basis. This has proved an excellent idea as you get to celebrate with a close friend in a way that you never would if you were all in one room at a party...
There was Sally's dinner with Andrew and Joa Studholme, Murray's dinner at the Groucho, Thyra's lunch at the Fat Badger (with Jamie Dornan loitering like Dorian Gray in the background) and Emma Sheanshang.
Emma Sheanshang is the highly tallented young playwright from New York who has had a play on Broadway although still only in her twenties. We had a brilliant and fun evening in various watering holes in Knightsbridge before ending up at the Electric Club in Nottinghill Gate being bought tequilla shots by Edward Hooper and Marcus Kemp. I also met up with Desmond MacCarthy, Matthew Bell, the editor of The Independent On Sunday dairy and Mike Falconer, the gambling website genius.
Liz Hoggard took me to the Yalla Yalla restaurant and then published an account in the Evening Standard. It was very good to go there again on the day the review was published and see the astounding amount of people who read it and had actually taken the time to go ahead and visit. I met again with Emma Sheanshang to introduce her to the highly tallented actor Oliver Kieran-Jones at the Phoenix in Smith Street. Oliver is a brillaint rising star and has acted for the RSC and Kevin Spacey at the Old Vic. Emma invited him to meet up in New York when he goes there shortly. They might well end up working together.
During the same week I had dinner with my brother Gerard Renouf at the Thai Restaurant above the Walmer Castle in Ledbury Road and late night sweet corn with Frances Welch and breakfast with her husband Craig Brown. Richard Hodkinson arrived from LA and explained the most brilliant scientific equations that could be applied to everything from a thought process to my emotions and make me brillaint. We did have a lot of wine...
There was Sally's dinner with Andrew and Joa Studholme, Murray's dinner at the Groucho, Thyra's lunch at the Fat Badger (with Jamie Dornan loitering like Dorian Gray in the background) and Emma Sheanshang.
Emma Sheanshang is the highly tallented young playwright from New York who has had a play on Broadway although still only in her twenties. We had a brilliant and fun evening in various watering holes in Knightsbridge before ending up at the Electric Club in Nottinghill Gate being bought tequilla shots by Edward Hooper and Marcus Kemp. I also met up with Desmond MacCarthy, Matthew Bell, the editor of The Independent On Sunday dairy and Mike Falconer, the gambling website genius.
Liz Hoggard took me to the Yalla Yalla restaurant and then published an account in the Evening Standard. It was very good to go there again on the day the review was published and see the astounding amount of people who read it and had actually taken the time to go ahead and visit. I met again with Emma Sheanshang to introduce her to the highly tallented actor Oliver Kieran-Jones at the Phoenix in Smith Street. Oliver is a brillaint rising star and has acted for the RSC and Kevin Spacey at the Old Vic. Emma invited him to meet up in New York when he goes there shortly. They might well end up working together.
During the same week I had dinner with my brother Gerard Renouf at the Thai Restaurant above the Walmer Castle in Ledbury Road and late night sweet corn with Frances Welch and breakfast with her husband Craig Brown. Richard Hodkinson arrived from LA and explained the most brilliant scientific equations that could be applied to everything from a thought process to my emotions and make me brillaint. We did have a lot of wine...